"I wrote six books for Brother Zhang, and I should be able to read them for a month." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he put his pen back into his jacket pocket and handed the notebook to Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai shook his head again and again and laughed awkwardly, "A month? Six books? When I was a junior in high school, I couldn't read six books a month, and I couldn't finish six books. ”

Mu Chun looked at the traffic light in front of him blankly, and saw an old man walking slowly on the sidewalk with his wife in his arms, it seemed that the two of them were 180 years old together, Mu Chun thought that it was good to be able to accompany each other to this age.

"Doctor Mu Chun." Zhang Hai saw Mu Chun flustered, so he shouted again. "Are you a little tired? What I just said ......"

"Well, you don't have to read it in a month, you can read two books in a month."

Mu Chun hurriedly changed his words.

"Two books a month won't work." It's really a red light ahead, Zhang Hai opened his notebook and took a look.

Intelligence Analysis: A Structured Approach to Analysis

Intelligence Analysis: A Goal-Centered Approach

"Silent War"

Introduction to Intelligence Research and Analysis

Psychology of Intelligence Analysis

Intuition

"All these books are to be read?" Zhang Hai asked.

Well, these books can help us understand the cognitive psychology of human beings in judging incomplete or vague information, and how some of the inevitable problems affect analysis, and how we can effectively overcome these effects.

Like, why can't people see what they should see? How do people remember what they already know? How to correctly judge incomplete or vague information? How do I perform a structural analysis of a problem? And most importantly, how exactly do human cognitive biases come about? What cognitive biases are common to all human beings, how to make valid assumptions and inferences about a thing, and how to use falsification methods to help us find the right answer.

And ......"

Zhang Hai listened a little foggy, but after listening hard, he made a decision, in short, these books are good things, read them!

Mu Chun was still talking, the phone in his pocket vibrate, and Zhang Hai was also a little lost, although he didn't understand it, but he didn't know why he just felt that it sounded like relish, as if he hadn't been so curious about knowledge for a long time.

Zhang Hai suddenly felt that if Mu Chun didn't become a doctor, he would be a good teacher.

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The call was from Zhang Wenwen, Mu Chun pressed the answer button and politely asked Zhang Wenwen if he was in a hurry, if he was not in a hurry, he would call him back at the hospital later.

After hanging up the phone, Huayuanqiao Hospital also arrived, Mu Chun thanked Zhang Hai for sending him back, Zhang Hai said, "Little things, small things, it should be, it should be, and thank you for Teacher Mu Chun's notes." ”

He didn't continue to be polite, Mu Chun waved his hand, opened the car door, and a gust of north wind blew across his face, but with the cold and humidity of the winter day peculiar to the sea.

It was a really cold day. Mu Chun opened the transparent windshield curtain and entered the outpatient hall.

Liu Tiantian walked over, "Doctor Mu, there is a patient." ”

"Patient?" Mu Chun asked.

Following Liu Tiantian's gaze, there was indeed a familiar figure standing at the registration gate.

"Is it Mr. Hu Peng?" Mu Chun muttered to himself.

"Well, isn't it your patient? I know them all. Liu Tiantian hawed his hands arrogantly, his eyes were lively and confident.

What this means...... What does she remember all the psychosomatic patients look like?

Either Liu Tiantian's ability to recognize his face is too strong, or there are not a few patients in the physical and mental health department in the past six months, so this cute little nurse knows all of them?

"Well, it's my patient, but he probably didn't come to see me." Saying that, Mu Chun quietly stuck to the nurse's desk and avoided the queue for registration and walked towards the stairs.

"Doctor Mu, it's just right, you're here, I heard the nurse say just now that you are not in the hospital."

Mu Chun was just about to step on the stairs, only to hear Hu Peng shouting behind him.

Mu Chun, who heard the voice, stopped, turned around and smiled at Hu Peng: "Teacher Hu is here to see a cold or a cough?" ”

Hu Peng jumped and ran to Mu Chun's side, "Actually, I'm just talking to you, who knows why there are so many people queuing up to register when it's almost three o'clock!" ”

Mu Chun glanced at the team and said to Hu Peng: "The old man comes to prescribe medicine after taking a nap, it's the New Year, the old people have the habit of taking medicine, you see, Mr. Hu Peng is a young man." ”

Hearing Mu Chun say this, Hu Peng turned his head awkwardly and looked at the outpatient hall, "Indeed, they are all old people, why do they want to take medicine?" ”

"Because of the Chinese New Year, the New Year is coming soon, there are restrictions on medical insurance prescriptions, it is impossible to prescribe a lot of medicines in a day, many old people are medicine jars, and they worry about their medicine every day, what to do if the medicine is gone, so compared to the sudden loss of firewood, rice, oil and salt at home, the medicine is the most terrible." Mu Chun explained as he walked towards the fifth floor.

"What kind of patients do you have?" Hu Peng shook his head and followed Mu Chun closely.

"Mainly cardiovascular diseases and asthma, these two types of patients need to carry medicines, especially in winter, winter is the season of high incidence of cardiovascular diseases, coupled with the haze from time to time, asthma patients are also very uncomfortable." Mu Chun replied.

"So, does smog really have an effect on the respiratory tract? I'm used to wearing a mask anyway. ”

Before Hu Peng's words fell, he found that Mu Chun turned his face and stared at his eyes firmly.

This look~~~~ Seeing this, Hu Peng hurriedly shook his hand, "No, it's not what the doctor imagined, it's not that I'm worried that the door is not closed again, and I'm not worried that someone will break into my room, these problems have been cured, okay." ”

"Is that because of the prejudice against you from your school colleagues and parents?" Mu Chun asked casually.

"No, since I set it right - [he is strong by him and the breeze blows the hills, he hates him for the bright moon shining on the river], I don't worry about these things, and no one has pointed a finger at me for a month, anyway, I don't care."

Hu Peng replied confidently.

The two walked into the outpatient room, Mu Chun asked Hu Peng if he wanted coffee, and Hu Peng remembered, "Ah, Dr. Mu Chun, I haven't registered yet, I was so excited to see you, but I forgot that I was still queuing up to register." ”

Mu Chun's hand holding the paper cup suddenly stopped, because the stomach discomfort caused by motion sickness didn't seem to be better, and even when he arrived at the office, he still seemed to want to vomit.

"Huh? Don't you have a registered number? This ......," Mu Chun said, scratching his head.

"Well, I forgot, or I'll go down and make up for one?" After speaking, Hu Peng sat down on the chair.